I got a shed

I got a shed! I got a shed!
it's imaginary. It's in my head.
The walls are made of shadows.
The roof, the wingtip of a small white bird.
the floor is undiscovered.

In my shed absurd
In dusty jars on sloping shelves
I keep the fragments of a dream,
And various explanations,
As to what I think it means.

The whirling blades of sarcasm
I keep in a bag hung on a nail
I keep the bag shut tight

In my shed absurd
there is no day or night
Just the beating of tiny wings
as little words take flight
to float into the shadows
To escape my dreaming head,
as my body chants the mantra
I got a shed! I got a shed!

Lucy T 43 (codex am 07/9)

Lucy T 43
Lived in a palace
By a pea green sea

With ships of giggles
And sailors
Dressed in flowers

She sat content to be still
In whimsical silence
At the chiseled window

Watching
The sails fill and bulge
And the quickening wake

as the sailors grew smaller
And the softening giggles
Slipped quietly into dreaming

Until only the resigned waves
Constant and fluorescent
Rushed the dampening sand

Lucy T43
Lived in a palace
By a pea green sea

Upon which
Too far to see
Sailed ships of giggles

And sailors
Dressed in flowers
Dancing the hornpipe unconcerned
.

Richard gone 17 (codex am 07/8)

A swallow
Turquoise and sleek
Flew up the nose
Of the handsome
Richard gone 17

Unalarmed,
He danced holding
the smiling girl
Of his single
tear stained dream

Confident
in his capacity
To accommodate
Both joy and sadness
One more time

He held her at arms length
Spun her around
Her hair ,the laughter
Eyes, soft skin and
Rush and smell of her breath

All snagged beneath
The swallows wing
As turquoise and sleek
The bird flew unceremoniously
Out of his ear
.

Toby tall as 2 sheds (codex an 7/10)

Toby tall as 2 sheds
Ate nothing but
Honeycomb and flowerheads

Constructed wings
From abandoned spiders webs

Flew off
Beyond all expectations

And of course the Sun will shine today
And sometime rain will
Wash the dust away
And soft words whispered to the wind
Will stay in the air vibrating

To shape you and to shake you out
To make you leap and fall about
To spin you from all comprise
And fill your ears and nose and eyes
With sounds and smells and visions bright
It’s not so complicated

All it needs is a little thought
So here’s a little thought

Toby tall as 2 sheds
Ate nothing but
Honeycomb and flowerheads

Constructed wings
From abandoned spiders webs

Flew off
Beyond all expectations

Charlotte beloved by all (codex am 07/7)

When she moved
She was as delicate
as a pale leaf
Falling onto water
Stilled by shadow

Ephemeral,
The depleting ripple
left by a white bird
already wafting
between clouds

she has loved me
loved me not
in a thousand
fields of flowers
fingers petal stained

She has tumbled
Into the gorse yellow
Into constant dreaming
Into sea mist
Almost visible still
.

Page 20 – ever so crisp (codex am 07/6)

Page 20 hyphen
ever so crisp
Danced on wet sand
Wild and sun kissed
Held her thin arms out
to an impossible sky

Danced in circles
And waved goodbye
To romantic notions
and the reasons why

princesses dance
while pretty birds fly

Between the surf
And the tufted dunes
And the rise and fall
Of a thousand moons

And the sunsets magic
On a mystical sea
and page 20 hyphen
was happy to be

ever so crisp
as she bathed in the light
as she danced on the wet sand
into the night

as she held her arms out
to an impossible sky
and danced beyond
the reasons why
.

Mercedes {the great procrastinator } (codex am 07/5)

Mercedes in parenthesis
The great procrastinator

When pressed for an opinion
Referred her interrogator
To the answer that she may
or may not
Offer later
.

Bushmanrunning (codex am 07/4))

And I shall run
until I fly
Shed that which holds me
to the ground

One languid beat
of brand new wings
Takes me to space
Without a sound

And as the daylight
curves away
I shall be gone
I shall be drifting

Between the here and now
And if not now
Then when
The bubbles burst
And wild dreams
bloom like flowers

In sunshine
Light and warm on my skin
And I shall writhe
And I shall stretch
I shall be gone
I shall be drifting
.

Felicity w 9/b (codex am 07/3)

Felicity w 9/b
Tossed her red hair
Looked at me
She Said this is how it’s gonna be

She said
Wave goodbye to what you know
Set the controls to go go go
And as her red hair tumbled down
I swear my body left the ground

She said hey there boy
The time is here
This moment will never disappear
The time is right to turn the page
The time has come to find your rage

So
Throw your head back
Look at the sky
Scream at the stars
And understand why

Your innocence has gone forever
For all time you will never
forget the way you feel today
And nothing can take away

The tingling
Shivers down your spine
Warm breath on a cold night
Pleasure divine

Felicity w 9/b
Tossed her red hair
Looked at me
She Said this is how it’s gonna be
Forever
.

Strokesong (codex am 07/2)

Clean room
Corners Crisp as stone

Small space
White as Bleached out bone

This is so new
why am I trembling

why am I naked and alone

one hand on each bright wall
I’m climbing

Trying to get home

My skin is split
And I am bleeding

Breathing in the cooling air

This is some kind of illumination
The room is no longer square

I can feel the strong arms reaching
Feel the soft hands guiding me
Into the light that has no shadow

Remember me
Remember me
Remember me
.

Shane j 28 (codex am 07/1)

Shane j 28
Experienced difficulties whilst trying to hallucinate
It was his little secret and he kept it to himself
He shared it with no-one except the winged elf

That when it wasn’t perched precariously upon his puzzled nose
Circumnavigated his dizzy head wearing exotic party clothes
Weaving tiny patterns whistling through the air
Sometimes it was ten feet tall sometimes it wasn’t there

Sometimes it flashed a smile and sang a little song
Please shane try a little harder
Please shane I want to stay here longer
Please shane can we count the stars up in the sky
Please shane all I want to do is fly

shane j 28
experienced difficulties whilst trying to hallucinate
an egg laid him a number and he took it to the beach
where the wing-ed elf was dancing like a wild thing
and skipping out of reach
as white horses foamed and spat and slid onto the sloping sand

and shane j 28
held the number in his hand
as the wing-ed elf spun faster
as the velvet sky grew darker
as the moon lit up the ocean bright

he could hear a little song
please shane try a little harder
Please shane I want to stay here longer
Please shane can we count the stars up in the sky
Please shane all I want to do is fly
.

Surf's Up

Well, I love you baby
But you take second place
When the surf's running straight
And the sun's on my face
I don't give a monkey's
For sniffing glue
'Cause I get my kicks
From my Malibu
With my leash lashed to my leg
And my board well waxed
And my second-hand ambulance
M.O.T'd and Taxed
Ready to go where the surf runs big
Checking-out the waves
Is something I dig
.

I saw this girl
She looked like a peach
Lying nearly naked
On a towel
On the beach
She was wearing a bikini
You couldn't blow your nose on twice
She had a tan like chocolate
And eyes like ice
I said
"Play your cards right baby, and you can have me tonight
But the surf's up right now
So I'll see ya
Alright!

[Illustration by Frederick George Davis]

The Replacement

The microchip popped in for a chat
It didn't have a lot to say
It just sat down in my chair and sent me away
Out into the void of the unemployed
I asked it for my job back and it got annoyed
It stamped its little plastic foot and kicked me out the door
It sneered at me through the letter box as I sprawled out on the floor
I could still hear it laughing as I crawled into the street and I bumped into a Bobby who was thrilling to the beat
A machine strapped to his shoulder dictating his every move
A centralized computer to keep him in the groove
I could see my reflection In the toe cap of his boot
I could tell by his reaction that my presence didn't suit
His idea of efficiency
I didn't fit his plan
So I offered a sickly smile
Got up and ran
Down to the cafe in search of relief
I opened the door and crumpled up with grief
The big and friendly waitress whose finger nails were never quite clean
Was signing on the dole somewhere
She'd been replaced by a machine

Maserati

I was sitting in my Maserati
Fighting off the gloom
Looking for some harmless fun
To take back to my room
When who should come along
But good old sultry Sue
I said "Hello there darling!"
She said "How'd you do?"
I said "Ya wanna take a ride?"
She smiled
Jumped in
I locked the door
I switched on my cassette
Her scent was strong
Her eyes were bright
Her lips were red and wet
She flicked her hair back
Crossed her legs
She undid her coat
I sighed
She cried
I nearly died
I kissed her on the throat
I took her back to my place
She beat me to the door
And by the time I got inside
Her clothes were on the floor
Oh, what a gas!
What a ripping wheeze!
What ecstasy!
The things I did with Suzy!
The things she did to me!
But then it started raining
Spluttering on the pane
I leapt up and made the door
She lay in a heap on the kitchen floor
My Maserati!
My Maserati!
Where's the garage keys?
My Maserati!
It's raining!
I fell down to my knees
I groped in all my pockets
Searching everywhere
Gnashed my teeth
Bit my lip
Tore out lumps of hair
I looked beneath the sideboard
In a vase
Under the chair
My Maserati was getting wetter
And she didn't seem to care!
Then I remembered where I left the keys
Hanging by the breakfast bar
I grabbed them
Pulled my pants on
Went out to my dripping car
My hands were white and trembling
As the key turned in the door
I drove my car in and sat there
Sadly listening
To the raindrops
From the bonnet
Dripping on the garage floor
I forgot about old Suzy
Stretched out behind the breakfast bar
But I hope she'll understand one day
How much I love my car.

Rev It Somewhat: Small Boy With A 195OS Haircut

Music from "Rev It Somewhat" by Audi Maserati.

Small Boy With A 1950s Haircut

Rev It Somewhat: This Has A Point

Music from "Rev It Somewhat" by Audi Maserati.

This Has A Point

Propaganda: A question of viewpoint

Rev It Somewhat: Go Crazy The English Way

Music from "Rev It Somewhat" by Audi Maserati.

Go Crazy The English Way

Rev It Somewhat: Forever Cool

Music from "Rev It Somewhat" by Audi Maserati.

Forever Cool

Rev It Somewhat: Be Still

Music from "Rev It Somewhat" by Audi Maserati.

Be Still

Rev It Somewhat: Gabriel

Music from "Rev It Somewhat" by Audi Maserati.

Gabriel

Biodegradable Beauty

She's lusty
She's busty
She's bursting at the seams
She's overdosed on lentils
And macrobiotic dreams
She's got Tamari stains
Down the front of her smock
Trying to be a smart arse
With a a Chinese wok
She's a soya bean sensation
A dandelion delight
She's got a bearded boyfriend
And a basket on her bike
Biodegradable beauty
That's her bag
Animal exploitation
What a drag
She's sociopolitically painfully aware
Emancipated
Liberated
With a culinary flair
For cooking up reasons
For being out of touch
She's overdosed on Valium
And she doesn't care much
She's a leading exponent
Of the dignified retreat
Living in a world
Of unconditional defeat
She's wearing someone else's party frock
She's got rings around her eyes
She can't keep it together
No matter how she tries
She's tied up in Knots by R.D.Laing
A precarious balance of Yin and Yang
Yoga and Yogurt
Natural high
She doesn't want to change the world
She doesn't even try.

Gone Cat

In bombed out
Boring
Bed-sit land
Where the Baracucudas abound
Frankie the fading hipster
Fades away without a sound
Pops off to his personal paradise
In a cosmic cloud of dust and smoke
To the land of milk and honey
Marijuana and Coke
Crazy on the pressure
To be either there or square
Frankie chooses the former
Slips metaphorical flowers
Into his hair
Damp drips from the ceiling
Of his twelve by twelve foot cell
Smashed out of his brains
It's paradise
Straight
It's living hell
"There's only ever been one answer"
Comes Frankie's frail retort
"Oblivion baby, oblivion
It is the last resort."

Cool Cat

High speed introvert with a genital fixation
Clinging to a fallacy
In the throes of cultural constipation
Heroes turn to zeros on the last train out'a town
And a Cool Cat takes a nose dive
With his eyeballs spinning 'round
In the dead of night you'll see him
Weaving his way home
To his funky urban cellar
And he's always alone
A ciggy drooping from his lips
A saxophone in tow
Ask him where he's going man
He'll say, "Hey man! I'm going with the flow."
Topped up on Tequila
Dressed in black from head to toe
He walks in the track of Jack Kerouac
A psychedelic monkey clinging to his back
Bagavad Gita going moldy in his pack
Woke up this morning
Went back to bed
There's blues as well as other things
Floating 'round his head
Just to keep him alive
Just to keep his mouth bubbling
With some old crazy jive
Berry at an angle
Goatee on his chin
You ain't been nowhere baby 'til you've been
In the crowd
Out on a limb
Always primed for action
Go man go!
Where you going Cool Cat?
"Hey man, I'm going with the flow!"

Hep Cat

Rah! Café music slick and slickening.
Cocktail cigarette smoke by the moment,
Thickening.
Wry smiles.
A world of conversation in every change.
Midnight loafers.
Riders of the range.

Clear cut, cut clean, variations on a theme.
Ten seconds outa date,
Wiped off the scene.
Mega metamorphosis, young has been.

Make up, made up, to be where it's at.
Zoot! Smooth!
Sleek as a cat.
Credit card credibility.
Jet lag resistant brains.

Culture shock. Shock on shock.
Taking curved rides on bull-nosed trains,
To exotic destinations,
Writhing in the glow.
Hep cat, feather in his cap.
Cool! A go go!
The music dies but the beat goes on,
And on and on and on and on.

Dead Fish Don’t Swim

Rolled down the riverbank rolled into the river
Water calm twist and quiver
Water cold wiggle and weave
Can’t remember when I moved so clean
Chasing the rhythm of the river downstream

Pack em in squeeze em In tail to tail fin to fin
Head to head eye to eye
Twenty things a flying fish can do in a fish tank
One of them ain’t fly! One of them ain’t fly
Ever stopped to ask yourself why?
Never seen a flying fish fly by oh my!

The things that dead fish don’t do
Are more than the things that dead fish do
The things that dead fish do are only one or two
Dead fish don’t go dancing
Dead fish don’t shake a fin
But the thing that dead fish don’t do most is
Dead fish don’t swim
Oh no! Dead fish don’t swim!

Never heard a dead dog bark
Never heard a peep from a dead skylark
Rin tin tin what happened to him
Dead fish don’t swim
Oh no! Dead fish don’t swim

Never seen a penguin on the wing
Listened for telephones never ring
Don’t you think romance is a lovely thing
Dead fish don’t swim
Oh no! Dead fish don’t swim

In and out and up and down
Plenty of chocolate to go round
Open your mouth and pop one in
Dead fish don’t swim
Oh no! Dead fish don’t swim

You can take a bubble bath you can change your clothes
Always be something lingering with a dead fish up your nose
Better to try and get it out same way that it went in
Don’t you ask for the fish’s help cause
Dead fish don’t swim
Oh no! Dead fish don’t swim!

Fish look great when they’re swimming around
Blowing pretty bubbles with a popping sound
Dead fish don’t look so great
With chips and peas on a willow pattern plate
Without a river to swim around in
Dead fish don’t swim
Oh no! Dead fish don’t swim!